Insomniata

Sleep, silky soft,
crept into my arms
and held me
beneath the night sun -
spun me a cocoon of dream
spiced with imaginings.

I wish I knew
how to make her stay.

Mars aint the kind of place to raise your kids -

Like a silent breath
holding for a first step,
Mars waits.

The name is an idea
of green men in saucers,
but reality is red dust
and far.

So far only the mind's eye can see
the soft, floating vistas,
excavations of canals,
and the creatures
who might dwell in them.